RoseAnn V. Shawiak Poems

Flowers bending and swaying in natural visions as I think of their bright colors and touches of velvet, soothing my consciousness in rhymes.
Dancing lightly, bringing many subjects to mind, wanting to be remembered in times of everlasting poetry.
Taking time to recognize all images coming forth to be seen and beautified by chosen words of comfort and sublime concentration.
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Embracing music as it fills my mind with it's exquisite tones and rhythms, becoming poems as quickly as each note is played.
Tuning out everything around me, feeling each note touch my mind with it's exciting calm and peace.
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Traveling in time tunnels,
negotiating avenues of living through suffering,
causing me to fall within on circumferences of
life's final shore.
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Loosely carrying around mental configurations, waiting to be solved and entered in cyclical times to figure out where I may belong at any given stance in life.
Calculating motives, fitting them where they'll do the most good.
Extraordinary depths of meaning fill my mind with invisible ideas, falling into step with visions being recalled to aid me in today's writing.
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Singly visiting shores of heaven, taken there by musical etudes, composing themselves as I walk along sandy oceans.
Blending with the quietness of sincere properties, not letting anything interfere.
Speaking telepathically with heavenly spirits, who are guiding and bringing peaceful interludes to calm my heart with easy-going rhythms.
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Shaking the insides of my brain, delicately giving me tones and sounds to work with as I write poems.
Trying to explain what I do is actually unexplainable and can't be attained unless I teach someone how to do it right from the beginning of their lives.
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Pictures surrounding my mind, wanting to be expressed in poems right now.
Switching and altering themselves, jostling for the front of the line.
Pounding incessantly in the darkness, trying to be heard in picturesque volumes, sending all of it to my brain.
Writing totally in peaceful rhythms, calling each one in turn, living the visions that I see and write of here.
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Tapping into inner mysteries, being involved discretely with an aptitude of musical compositions.
Bringing me across the threshold of another life beyond myself, taking cautious steps, yet moving boldly forward.
Sensitive to a point of pain-filled thought, watching music flowing penetratingly into my mind - so intently - without a single qualm to ignore.
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Mastering language when just a child, staying attuned to it's dialect and proper grammar, choosing to inflect my own take on every word.
Making up some and giving them my own definitions as I write them down in many poems.
Getting a kick out of seeing people go to the dictionary and not being able to find the word they're looking for.
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Climbing canyon walls, searching for echoes, calling me from below.
Hiding beneath rock formations, quietly intense, giving me reasons to wonder and be curious about where they hide, why they repeat themselves and then are quietly attentive.
Never trying to give answers, just clues to what might have been, had you found them.
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